When I get older losing my hair,Many years from now.Will you still be sending me a ValentineBirthday greetings bottle of wine.If I’d been out till quarter to threeWould you lock the door.Will you still need me, will you still feed me,When I’m sixty-four.You’ll be older too,And if you say the word,I could stay with you.I could be handy, mending a fuseWhen your lights have gone.You can knit a sweater by the firesideSunday morning go for a ride.Doing the garden, digging the weeds,Who could ask for more.Will you still need me, will you still feed me,When I’m sixty-four.Every summer we can rent a cottage,In the Isle of Wright, if it’s not too dearWe shall scrimp and saveGrandchildren on your kneeVera Chuck & DaveSend me a postcard, drop me a line,Stating point of viewIndicate precisely what you mean to sayYours sincerely, wasting awayGive me your answer, fill in a formMine for evermore.Will you still need me, will you still feed meWhen I’m sixty-four.

He wrote this at 16 for his father's 64th birthday and recorded at 25. It is strange for me because many years ago I wondered where I was going to be at the moment that Paul turned 64. I am still not sure.